Chords obscurantism. Volume one. Vasily Varga

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Am I going to be Stalin from now on?” Mne white has such a resonant nickname? Me, the Caucasian bandit, life is now Stalin? Ti heard Perdolan-Budosan, Kamo? AssA, AssA, “the young Djugashvili, who had been renamed Stalin by Lenin, danced again.

      “And mine is called Kamo.” Ochen wisely chose the name. Stalin-Kamo, Stalin-Kamo. Kamo-Lenin, Kamo-Stalin-Druze, Bratva, how is it better to say it in Russian?

      “I was planning to make a revolution in Europe, not among these goose dugaks, but I’ll have to change my tactics. Tova … looking for B… onstein claims that the geese are the dung of the isto … AI. It’s a… hi important. But so 11

      Ganetsky brought a bag of money. It wasn’t a floor-to-ceiling bag, it could hold as many bills as a suitcase, but it was still a bag of money. Previously, the chief was happy with such an offering, dreamed of giving up his mother’s pension, which was shared monthly with him, but forgot everything. The proletarian idlers had to live on something. Money bags bubbled and then became flat.

      “How are you, Ilyich?” Is there enough money? Brought two million from Russian patrons for the revolution, and for the salaries of our employees, “he said, fixing his red eyes on the safe that stood in the corner and always looked at its true owner, Ilyich. – Here’s the bag, all right, seals, stamps, you can look at it. Give me the key, open it and … pack it.

      Lenin narrowed his left eye.

      – Statement! You’re a scoundrel, I know you, probably stole half the bills. You’re wearing a suit. New, dear. And I, the leader of the world proletariat, have been wearing the same clothes since spring. The jacket and vest aren’t bad, but the pants smell like piss. You know how it is. The jet reduces the pressure of urine on the pants. I should take it off and throw it away, but…there’s nothing to replace it with. How so? I’m still a chief, not a dog. Show me your pants! Here, not a single spot. How many times do you change your pants-once a day?

      Ganetsky was offended, blushed, wanted to shoot loudly, but it did not work.

      – The same thing. You don’t trust anyone. Do you even believe your mother?

      – Anything can happen. When a pension is delayed, I just hate it. How so? Her son, the leader of the world revolution, wears only trousers. My mother and you are a pair of boots. You, ganetsky … add at least two hundred thousand. On the costume. Bitch d, nowhere not’ll spend, buy a suit and all. If you want, I’ll take the receipt from the store for presentation. Ganetsky is a lousy Jew. And you’re driving me, a genius, to beg you. Give me the key to the safe and get out. Hey, Apfelbaum, have you cleaned your house yet? Go get the keys from that lousy Jew. However, you can not give, I will demand that my mother sent a pension. When I really need money, I count it ten times, thinking that my mother hid some of the money, did not exactly divide the pension in half. I am suffering a little nervous. And then the kindness comes, and I start talking to myself: what about her with the old woman, she is old, greedy and we will be the same. You’re a lousy Jew! key on the table! Otherwise I’ll turn around and tell you my name. I’ll go to the hookers and dump the whole bag.

      Lenin was excited. Her lips began to tremble and her face to burn. The pockets were empty – the key to the safe was hidden in the back pocket of his trousers.

      “Look in the moth, you always hide it there.”

      “Oh, Yes, it’s very important,” Leni said, and reached into his pants.

      Finally, he waved his hand and started scribbling, and the amount did not interest him at all.

      “What’s wrong, Ilyich?” Throw your Talmud in the oven.

      – Yes here it does not work, or rather, beyond the fact that nothing comes out. The revolution is on the decline, we are not needed by anyone and will soon become miserable emigrants, that’s what happens. Did you bring the newspaper?

      “Something, something, read it. Our blood brother, Gelfand Israel, called Parvus, wrote something. It’s damned interesting. A plan … a wise plan. Parvus, the great Parvus. A real Jew, while you and I are both lousy Jews.

      “Um, they count chickens in the fall. That’s what my mother says when I ask her to send her entire pension to the world revolution.

      Nevertheless, the words “great Parvus” stung Lenin, either in the left side or in the bald spot, and he shuddered and almost broke the inkstand.

      – This Parvus, this goodgulf, he wants to undermine my authority in the party, I noticed it long ago. I won’t allow it. He slammed his fist on the table top and rested his chin on his open palm. – How do I get him out of the way?” Furstenberg, tell me. Hang or shoot? Koba-Stalin could have done it, if Yakub had called him. Why are you looking at me like a RAM at a new gate? call him and that’s it. Why did you come here, I didn’t call you, you bastard? Give him ten thousand and that’s it. If it’s not enough, give me twenty. You have the money… about a million.

      “Why clean it?” make friends with him. Where did you put this Apfelbaum? He also wrote works, signing them with your name. And sometimes replaced you with a woman. And this, I will tell you, is the best medicine.

      “Take off your pants, I want to try you out, too.”

      – I’m not ready for this. I need to relieve myself.

      “You forget yourself, Fustenberg. I never did any sodomy, especially after that pretty Inessa arrived. I switched to it.

      “Volodya, don’t be angry. You put everyone away somewhere, send them away… you fuck them one at a time, you slobber all over them. Apfelbaum is complaining about you…

      “Is it Zinoviev?” I’m tired of him. Sent him away, let him go where he wants, let him get some air. That’s it, ganetsky, go away. I’m tired of you all. I’ll take a NAP, then read this newspaper. What does this Parvus of yours think?

      – Don’t touch Parvus, he will do for you what no Jew in the world will do: he will give you power on a silver platter.

      “Get out of here, Ganetsky. I’m tired of you, too. I’m tired of all of you, and I’m tired of everything. The leader of the world revolution is angry.

      As soon as Ganetsky (Furstenberg) smoothly closed the door behind him, Lenin opened the newspaper and froze in surprise…, there was a plan for the future October revolution of 17. Parvus is wise, damn it. But Lenin in this project was listed only as a secondary person, as a performer. It had hurt him. But what was in this plan came in handy for Lenin. He began to alter this plan in his own way. The Parvus plan says: “The proletariat cannot strike a class blow at its government without committing ‘high treason’, without contributing to the defeat, without helping to break up ' its ‘imperialist’ great ‘power’, " he argued rather confusedly, foaming at the mouth. This was exactly what Parvus later reported to the German General staff. And there they agreed to cooperate with the traitor of their country to Russia, Lenin, Parvus asked for fifty million gold marks. This is Lenin’s cheered. Why hadn’t he guessed? We need to meet this Parvus and strangle him, not the plan…pass it off as your own.

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      “This Parvus, a scoundrel with bulging eyes, sees further than me, this is unacceptable,” thought Lenin and was indignant, “this Parvus is an СКАЧАТЬ